My boyfriend and I are both 24 years old. I study cosmetics, and he’s serving in the military as a public service agent. We met when we were 19 at a drinking meet-up in Jongno where everyone was meeting one another for the first time. It was love at first sight for both of us, and we became “official” on the same day. While that made me the happiest I'd been in my life, I felt as heartbroken as could be every time I had to say goodbye to him after our dates. So, we decided to move in together as soon as we turned 20. We were both a little worried about the possible obstacles that might be involved in the process, but everything was as smooth as it could be. Both of our parents felt relieved to hear that their son wasn’t going to live alone but with a “roommate friend,” and as we split the security deposit and monthly rent there wasn't much of a financial burden for either of us. We found a twobedroom apartment in Bogwangdong, and ended up living in the same area for a long time. There were two or three times when we broke up, but even during those times, we were living in the same house (as real “roommate friends,” that is). However, I don't remember those times lasting that long, as we still ate together, slept under the same roof and did our own things. Eventually, we would go back to being lovers all over again with neither of us realizing. Of course, we have our little arguments from time to time about chores and things, but I always go back to thinking that there's nothing I wouldn't do for him. We have been living together for four years. Soon, I'll be starting my two-year military service. It's unfortunate that we have to be apart from each other for a while, but I don't worry about us. I think that this sense of certainty that I have about our relationship is from all of the ups and downs we've been through while living together—the trust between us is undeniable because we’ve shared so much of our lives. – Anonymous